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I am caught up with the God of rest and truth,
I am held up in His loving chest as proof,
That I'll never be released,
From this incomprehensible peace.
I am caught up in His service for free,
Because He has paid for me,
And saved me from me,
And with all these, I am wholly at ease.
I am anticipating the day,
When everything will change,
And we'll all be free, eternally.
We'll be caught up, so heavenly.
Tenderly I rest, for I have passed this sordid test.
I am reborn, and now must continue to grow,
As an embryo, that will one day,
Be like my Father, as I consistently obey.
In Christ I am free, and like Him, is how I strive to be.
He is perfect, and ever strong, never wrong.
With power unending, and righteousness unbending,
His kingdom will never end, and in it, we will win!
I am caught up with His arms and hands,
Which were pierced for me,
And hung so cruelly,
Because of the love He has in me.
I have finally caught up, to where I need to be,
And now I must truly begin, to live forever with Him,
The way He would, if He were me.
Don't worry Lord, I’ll hurry, and God speed!
Mark 10:26 NIV?
[26] The disciples were even more amazed, and said to each other, “Who then can be saved?”
[27] Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but not with God; all things are possible with God.”
?2 Corinthians 4:13-14, 18 NIV?
[13] It is written: “I believed; therefore I have spoken.” Since we have that same spirit of faith, we also believe and therefore speak, [14] because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you to himself.
?Acts 11:15, 17 NIV?
[15] “As I began to speak, the Holy Spirit came on them as he had come on us at the beginning.
[17] So if God gave them the same gift he gave us who believed in the Lord Jesus Christ, who was I to think that I could stand in God’s way?”
?John 20:22 NIV?
[22] And with that he breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit.
?Romans 8:11 NIV?
[11] And if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies because of his Spirit who lives in you.
?Colossians 1:26-27 NIV?
[26] the mystery that has been kept hidden for ages and generations, but is now disclosed to the Lord’s people. [27] To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorious riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.
You promised you’d come back,
To the girl you left behind,
Cause you let her turn into dark,
In the dawn of the night.
Why did you go out in the world,
To save it from the dead,
Is this our destiny,
For you to be the hero of the wild,
And me to be the girl you left behind.
When will you come back?
To the girl you left behind,
You saved the world, but will you save her?
From the water of the crazy,
Where she’s gonna drown endlessly.
Will you miss her?
The girl you left behind,
When she’ll fill her lungs with madness and suffering,
When she’ll become one with the wind,
And turn into the daughter of the mist.
I am the girl you left behind,
With flowers in her hair,
From the garden of our past,
An eternal thought of sadness,
That I can still see in your holy eyes,
Nameless, just a simple girl,
That eventually past you will arise,
But will never fall.
walking on fire I am close to the storm dreaming of taking over the world. rain ignites my spirit to soar toward the sky. Under the earth I ascend to mountains to defy all alive. You might be blind but I started to cry and screaming in silence might have just saved my life. The whole world could hear my screams of losing my hope and destroying my dreams. You must never give up your hope for the world and trust that to get ahead actions must come. I saw pain and destruction on my soul I begged to see I was already home. He is alive in me tonight using my words to save my life. A horse on fire to destroy the sky instead exploded into powerful sights. I dreamed I united the whole world under my command brought peace on earth and saved life in all the lands. Trusting in my friends I accepted the life I am charged to never surrender the light.
We fear a three
Letter word...
GOD
A powerful king -
That even Heaven
Itself greets Him
By bowing down
In royal robes of
Pure white
As He walks among
Those who He Himself
Calls His angels of light
He gives them guidance
To go out into the world
Where the enemies traps
Await those who are unsaved
He sends his finest
Warriors to go and
Save those who
Has been mislead
By the enemies wicked
And evil ways of living
He then wraps them
In His love and show
Them the right way
Of how to live their
Lives...
Sinless
The unsaved
Become the saved
The weakened
Become the strong
And the lies...
The lies have been forgotten
The past has
Been written off
for the Lord Himself
Took the fall for their
Sins
The enemy is no
Match for this
King...
He too fears the
The one that
We call
GOD
Form:
Silence the moon
With all its cravings for you,
Seducing moments, crafting reasons
Envisioning the time
When you will be together at last,
Erasing the fears, the tears
Balancing laughter and grief,
Stealing the heart, resembling
Beautiful wings – firefly dreams
Fantasies breathing out wonders,
Into the shifting shadows, the inklings
When moonlight reflects the image
of grace – in its expression, glistening
like inspiration, throwing off the bonds,
freeing the spirit to sing,
like a smile, a truth, the sweetest mile,
traveled – a journey…
beyond the whimsical,
beyond the wistful,
beyond the wishful –
a journey for the heart to take…
when all else fails, the moon rises
once again, remembering its date with you,
a heart who is true to the calling
it’s song, a voice in light – soft and graceful,
falling over the darkness, whispering
praises to the One who made it rise – again,
the night’s closest friend!
Raise me up, out of the shadows –
Risk my heart, - never my soul, although
I know that there is a blessing coming –
A blessing from the One who silences doubt,
With the flaming sword of faith,
The endless tears of hope,
The music of breathless love,
Poured out through the skies, the night –
Never the victor, only the shadow of doubt,
Left to erase the unbeliever’s prayers –
Yet, there I be with Him .. forever free,
Despite the moon and its night
I’m freer than free, forever saved
By the One who created me
I’ll forever be thankful for the moon,
Who was wise enough to guide me through the darkness…
Like the grace that sustains, opens the way –
To everlasting joy with the One who silences every worry.
Let the moon grow bold and old –
For I know the wisdom of letting go
And the wonder of holding on forevermore!
When my Mom told me I was so glad
Going on a train Ride with Davy and his Dad
I was so excited when the day finally came
Leaving for Connie Mack Stadium and a baseball game
At the Tamaqua station boarding one of the cars
On my way to see some of my favorite stars
The day was special like a magic dream
I had saved some money for a picture of the team
We had hot dogs and sodas and cheered for the Phils
A foul ball dropping near us was one of the thrills
We knew all the ball players by number and name
Someday Richie and Robin would be in the Hall of Fame
Though years have passed, I still remember that day
With Davy and his Dad, watching the Phillies play
Just enjoying life, not knowing what's in store
I lost my friend Davy in the Vietnam War.
I was at a loss
Unable to fight my demons
Powerful and angry
They lashed out at me
As if they knew that since
I am made not of sorcery
They would vanquish me easily!
The torture lasted for years
I tried to fight back
But could not
I was too weak
I could only stand still
And let the demons
Do as they willed!
I thought of myself as cursed
After all, demons approach not
The shadows of angels
Demons only strike the fallen
To cause them to have lost souls
Souls swirling and twirling
In the sea of madness
The sea captivating us with its beauty
But made of waves capable of sinking us
Why, I thought it would go on
And stay as long as I lived
So much that I even confined myself
Into the refuge of my own company
But then,
All of a sudden
It stopped
And I realized
That all this time
I had been blind
I was naught but a moth
A moth captivated by the mystical light
A moth saved by the same light
A moth made of addiction
Craving for more and more
Of whatever the power of the light
Would deem best to bestow upon me!
Yes, it is over
It has stopped!
1st July 2017
If you ever find yourself feeling low
Remember that you are no 'ordinary Joe'
You were truly always there for me.
In 1988, when things weren't so great
Separated from my family
You were truly there for me.
I was living in a fetid flophouse
A place meant solely for down-and-outers
Be they men or be they mouses.
You had mercy on my soul, Joe
Helped me move out of that hole
You were my sole damage control
You were truly there for me...
When I finally got my first teaching job
A full-time gig for part-time pay
You were there, Joe, to save the day.
At 2635 W Pratt you gave me a room
Saved me again from impending doom
Joe, you were truly there for me.
Then you delivered the coup de grace
Referred me to the director of a place
With a part-time teaching opening
That led me to a whole new weltauschtang
You rescued me living-wise twice, and that is nice
But even more than that your referral changed my life
As the faculty and student body of BRISK Academy
Led me to a place of clear thinking and sanity
And eventually paid me handsomely.
Joe, you are not one for accolades or praise,
But if I could, I'd give you a million-dollar raise
Because you were truly always there for me.
Thank you, Mr. Joe Bulgatz
Whenever I was in need, you were truly a friend in deed.
April 24, 2018
A wedding in Cana and Jesus was there.
A miscalculation, a bit of a scare.
They ran out of wine before it was through.
What were they to do? What were they to do?
“Do whatever He tells you.”
The mother of Jesus said, “They have no wine.”
It didn’t concern Him. It wasn’t His time.
But she didn’t argue. She already knew
What He was to do… What He was to do…
“Do whatever He tells you.”
At Jesus’ direction they filled every jar
With nothing but water. It seemed quite bizarre.
Then to the headwaiter they took some to review.
What was he to do? What was he to do?
“Do whatever He tells you.”
The headwaiter tasted, they heard him avow,
“It seems that the best wine was saved until now.”
In all the disciples the faith had just begun
By what the Lord had done. By what the Lord had done.
“Do whatever He tells you.”